Spectacular Fan Art: Art Dump (Memai)

I need to stop pretending that I can organize these using roman numerals and creating a detailed profile for each of Memai’s Patreon commissions, so I’ve prepared a page for the back log of art with a brief description of each. Enjoy!

WARNING: If you are very new to this story, the descriptions below have some spoilers. Continue reading

Spectacular Fan Art XL: Balam Tharys (commission)

Tristan Varros had heard tales of the Dunmer wise women. They lived among the Ashlander clans, well into the reaches of Morrowind’s wilderness, far away from the larger cities and the Imperial strongholds. When he heard that House Hlaluu had their own wise woman who lived among the members of the Great House, he was not certain what to expect. As a member of the Imperial cult, they would be working closely, and he was inclined to wonder. His assumption was, however, that she would stand out among the Hlaluu nobles and the high ranking Imperial diplomats and officers he would be associating with. Continue reading

Spectacular Fan Art XXXV: Xeri (Patreon/Commission)

I wrote this several years ago in a fit of writer’s block. I do not have writers block now–in fact I am working steadily on the next chapter.  However, it seems appropriate to repost since I now have artwork from the amazing memai to accompany it. Enjoy!

Whatever prowess Dragonborn Elspeth demonstrates in battle, she owes to the formidable Xeri Tharys, her irreverent and sardonic trainer and mentor, who was also her father’s trainer and mentor.  Continue reading

Book Two: Chapter 25, Part One: Everyone is Ready to Arrive

(Author’s Note: This chapter picks up from here.)

Arkay says: Honor the earth, its creatures, and the spirits, living and dead. Guard and tend the bounties of the mortal world, and do not profane the spirits of the dead.

~ The Ten Commands of the Nine Divines

“I said no.”

Xeri rubbed the back of her neck. She wasn’t used to this. In Cyrodiil, when Xeri Tharys demanded something, it was hers. But here in Castle Dour, she had no clout, no connections. All she had was a made up story and a strong admonishment from Nerussa forbidding any physical altercations. On this last point she conceded—reluctantly. Initially, Nerussa was meant to contact Jarl Elisif’s court but the number of Thalmor seen wandering in the city put Xeri in the castle in her stead. Continue reading

Childhood. I. Memories of an Affectionate Sort

[Ed: Someone on Tumblr asked for a happy memory from Elspeth’s childhood. Since I am struggling with the new chapter (like A LOT), I’ve decided to share it. This will actually become relevant later.]

Xeri arrived home first, which was surprised Runa though it probably shouldn’t have, especially after last night’s discussion.

“Where’s Elspeth?” she asked, looking up from the linens she was folding.

“Is that venison stew?” Xeri ignored the question and made a beeline to the stove. As soon as she saw this, Runa practically jumped, letting the napkins and pillow covers in her lap tumble to the floor as she went to guard the stove. She was not going to let the Dunmer eat half the stew out of the pot while it was still cooking. Not again.  Continue reading